In a Deadened Shell of Ice and Cold—Sunday, February 10, 2019

We are gradually melting, getting warmer, then suddenly the low grey clouds will arrive once more complete with a nasty chill wind

And winter returns…often times abruptly.

Even so, I can still entertain myself very well at the bird feeders

But yesterday….the signal that the New Year had arrived (I count my year as Spring, Summer, Autumn…with Winter as last…just so you understand ūüôā¬† )

The Red-Winged Blackbirds arrived!

Adding their joyous voices to the melodies of the Sandhill Cranes and the tunes of the Canada Geese!

No matter what…cold/sleet/snow/wind/ once the Red-Winged BlackBirds come they bring with them the song of Spring!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

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The Small Hours—Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Trails-1We heat our house with a wood fire place—it is my job to either let the fire go out and restart it in the morning, or to keep the wood burning day and night. ¬†I have opted for keeping the wood going day and night. ¬†Because of that decision my body is tuned to the subtle sifts in the temperature of the house, as the wood burns down. ¬†That is one reason I’m awake in the middle of the night. ¬†(Although, that reason doesn’t work for the other seasons of the year.)

I think I’m a light sleeper. ¬†I always have been, even as a small child. ¬†I drove my parents bats, since they were heavy sleepers.

Evening-2 Last night I came awake quite suddenly.  Laying in bed I could NOT figure out what had waken me.  I checked the wood stove, all was good there, checked Boomer, okay, and all the cats.  Terry was sleeping peacefully.

I have no notion what why…

Laying back down, turned so I could look out the window; I thought to myself how the air had stilled, there was the inward feel tof the small hours—even though it was still full dark.

I lay very still listening. An ember broke in the wood stove, with a crack then another with a muffled pop.

sunrise-work

The night was undisturbed, waiting for the sunrise.  I drifted off to sleep once more secure in the fact our nights are growing shorter and the days longer.  In another month we will have a completely different feel to our winter weary world.

With much love,

Linda

 

A Front Row Seat—Tuesday, February 10, 2015

GoldI really am not understanding this crazy warm weather we are having…70* yesterday with a wind out of the west.

Gold-2Terry and I finished working on the fence around the place–it would not do to have cows moving beyond our farm, into someone else’s place or out on the road.

Gold-5I also worked upstairs getting ready for company.  Our kids and grandchildren are coming from Craig on Friday; they have a three day school break.

Gold-7Plus it’s Tallin’s 7th Birthday! ¬†Tally wanted to come to Grammy’s and Grandpa’s for her birthday–‘because that is where we always celebrate our birthdays’ she said.

Golde-6You know that has her Grandpa and I very pleased!

But back to this incredible light from the sky lately…one night we were surround in rose, then last night a golden light filtered through the wind driven clouds.

Gold-3We loaded a trailer of hay as the sun started setting…during a break I rushed around taking photos to share with you. ¬†Rose to Gold sure is amazing.

We are concerned about this extremely warm weather we are having for February, it feels more like the second week in March. ¬†The skies (though) are showing colors of summer. ¬†There really isn’t anything we can do about it; just sit back and enjoy and trust that good will come for all.

Your friend on a Western Colorado Farm,

Linda